exhaustion
i am tired.
not for a lack of rest -
no, I slept quite well last night,
and I've had my coffee.
it's something deeper, something
inherently present, in the
fibers of my skin,
in the tendons, in my eyes.
i am exhausted,
fatigued by life,
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and
the empty rooms,
the light and dark;
by hope and
despair.
so worn down by the world
that nothing it can
refresh my mind from the
constant buzzing.
i am tired, and there are not
enough hours in the night
for the type of rest I need.
ao-oa
